
What’s it about being barren? Can a woman be barren? A host of people would say yes, but my gut says NO! I think being barren is a mind-set, not really true of God’s creature. More than a decade ago, when I sat closely to some elders in my village, Egori-Inland, who gathered around few bottles of Eagle Aromatic Shnap and Whiskeys that erectly stood on a wooden table, while they conversed on village issues, a statement was made by a little tipsy elder that exposed my young teeth to the breeze and smell of alcohol that took over the village’s natural air.
That statement, yesterday, twinkled harshly in my memory, and I realised it wasn’t meant solely for humour, but a necessary truth which we all sometimes wish it exists. These were his exact words: “These ears have no cover, if they had, I would have gladly covered them against foolish comments like these.”
Isn’t it rather awful how people view this deep well of life overwhelmed with mysteries, using a half closed eye, with the flashy illusions of ‘I know it all’ glistening on their faces? Isn’t it funny how people tend to predict the future of others with the present difficulties that put them in the public mocking mirror?
While these two ladies chitchatted behind me, I could not but wished for covers to my ears whose holes appeared to have been broadly enlarged, given the rate at which thoughtless words from thoughtless minds, went into them. They never seemed to care if public ears were eavesdropping, and if eyes disdainfully gawked at their presence.
